I just got great news!
I ain’t dying!
I had a nuclear stress test today. The kind where they inject you with radioactive stuff that makes your blood and heart glow. And all systems are normal.
This ends two weeks of worry that there was something latently wrong with my ticker.
While on the treadmill, trying to get to a pulse of 153 and struggling, the technician said, “This is your reward for being in shape.”
Well, Fuck Yeah. I’m good with that.
I guess all the miles on the bike are paying off in ways that I don’t even realize — even if they aren’t significantly impacting my waistline. Back in 2006, I struggled to keep up on the treadmill after 130 bpm when I had to do the stress test, today I was ready to rock out for a good 20 minutes at 153 bpm.
When the glow wears off, I’ll let you know.